Admiringly, my liege: at first I stuck my choice upon her, ere my heart Durst make too bold herald of my tongue: Where the impression of mine eye infixing, Contempt his scornful perspective did lend me, Which warp’d the line of every other favour; Scorned a fair colour, or express’d it stolen; Extended or contracted all proportions To a most hideous object: thence it came That she whom all men prais’d, and whom myself, Since I have lost, have lov’d, was in mine eye The dust that didů